>>1982344>>1982395>>1983483I'm a deer hunter and I didn't kill a deer for the first time in 10 years. My friend does tree removal, and was working one day in a rural area next to a large field. He was walking and saw a buck laying down in some tall grass. It let him extremely close, especially during hunting season. The deer then tried to run but couldn't
It just kicked around and couldn't stand. I went over and by the time I arrived the deer already died. My intention was so try and salvage the deer for consumption. After a closer inspection the deer had a broken spine that was bent at roughly a 30 degree angle. Extremely skinny. He had a would in the ankle area that was the size of softball. This was the leg I grabbed when we removed him from the grass. A yellowish white viscous liquid. The smell of said liquid was one of the worst thing I've smelled in my life. The same leg was also broken. If I had to guess the deer had been wounded at least a week before I found it. An arrow or a bullet didn't do this. If i had to guess he was hit by a car. The person left him there, and he probably crawled around in pain, dehydrated, hungry, and finally succumbed to his wounds. Tens of thousands of deer face this same fate every single day across the world. I've wounded a deer before and was unable to retrieved it. Very little blood and in all reality the deer probably ended up fine. Regardless, i was still sickened by it. The feeling you get when that happens is the worse feeling I've experienced. It was worse on me than family, friends, or my childhood dog dying. Worse than my gf cheating on me. I gotta say the feeling. I must say the feeling got after finding this car struck deer was even worse. Knowing all these people that hate hunting or meat consumption condemn someone like me, but don't want to face the truth that vehicles kill and wound so many deer.
